Shangyuan lanterns, thousands of trees and snow, are the best in the twelfth floor. It's a frosty night deep inside the heavy gate, and the tower is cold.
How many years have passed since the fall of red and jade is piled up, and the longing for love is useless, but it hurts to say goodbye. The floating life is still like a dream, drunk by the bright moon.
It's true that he is romantic, but when I meet him, I always think that what I can't get is the best. I was attracted to him when I didn't even know it, but when I found out, the person was no longer there. Is it already too late?